Delicate

Life is so very delicate in both senses of the word. The pure nature and exquisite workmanship of the life God created for all of us is just utterly amazing and yet it is so easily destroyed by a few cells slowly multiplying within a human body. You would think that with all the knowledge of "science" we could figured out how to destroy a few cells. Instead, they give us a "painless" death to look forward to preceded by days, weeks or even months of agony of being sick from the drugs meant to slowly kill the disease growing, slowly eating away at everything good and healthy. Then, when things get bad enough, the doctors will provide you with a lovely concoction of drugs to help you forget about the pain while your family looks on in agony wishing there was something they could do to either ease your pain or their own.

How do you live when you know there's not much time left? Is that really life, or are you just passing time? Is it harder to know you're going to die or watching someone you love die with the knowledge that there's nothing you can do to stop it? Why is it that when a life ends, the void is so barren that you know no one will be able to fill it?